What’s the point of living a block from the ocean if you never get to see it?
Well, that’s how we justified the lack of productivity on the Homestead today. Instead of the weeding, hoof trimming, seedling planting and garage cleaning we had on our Saturday list we decided, “what the hey?” and headed for the beach.
Of course, it wasn’t long before the bright lights of New Brighton beckoned.
Away from the beach it was hot; in fact Farm Girl could only manage a scant five minutes on the bouncy castle before it became too much for her and she opted to join the rest of us perusing the market.
After picking up a couple of bargains (love that $1 clothes rack!), we decided we’d worked hard enough and retired to the garden bar at Pierside for refreshments.
After a more meandering wander back up the beach of which no photographic evidence exists on account of a spirited splash battle, we had just enough time to milk and feed out before a southerly front blew in putting an end to any guilt induced gardening.
Happy Saturday to you all from our happy band of idling skivers. Hope you all get a chance to take some time out, too.